After the supernatural calm that Ches emanated just a moment ago, Wilhelm is startled by the rough edge of his voice, the shadow of fear thrown by his words. Underneath his own fear — a heavy, suffocating thing — he's...overwhelmed by the realization that Ches could care about him this much despite hardly knowing him.
Luckily, no response is necessary as they pelt toward the barn. The journey passes in a blur. Wilhelm anchors his eyes to Ches's back, as if a single stray glance might create an opening for the shadowy entity to ooze through. He focuses on the firm reassurance of the man's hand around his wrist, on the pattern of one foot in front of the other.
Once in the stall, the only halfway useful thing he can do is try to lessen Ches' worries.
"I'll be okay," he says again, holding anxious fists at his sides, fingernails carving crescents into his palms. Maybe if he says it enough times it will have no choice but to come true. "And so will you."
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Luckily, no response is necessary as they pelt toward the barn. The journey passes in a blur. Wilhelm anchors his eyes to Ches's back, as if a single stray glance might create an opening for the shadowy entity to ooze through. He focuses on the firm reassurance of the man's hand around his wrist, on the pattern of one foot in front of the other.
Once in the stall, the only halfway useful thing he can do is try to lessen Ches' worries.
"I'll be okay," he says again, holding anxious fists at his sides, fingernails carving crescents into his palms. Maybe if he says it enough times it will have no choice but to come true. "And so will you."